Twenty-two kilometres northwest of Limoges, in the heart of the Limousin countryside, the village of Oradour-sur-Glane minds its own business. The people run the shops, they farm the land and fish the lakes. After work they gather on the village square to share a drink, a game of cards or pétanque. Aproned housewives exchange gossip …
A Tale of the Flesh
Whilst writing my latest novel, Lake of Echoes, I took inspiration from a magazine article I wrote several years ago about the annual blood peach festival of Soucieu-en-Jarrest. This festival features in Chapter 24 of the book. A Tale of the Flesh By Liza Perrat A wide banner yawns into the soughing air. You are …